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Welcome to the Last FM page of the swing-hop duo, The Correspondents. MC Mr Bruce and DJ/Producer Mr Chuckles collaborate to make Hip Hop for the 1930s, Big Band music for the 00s. Splicing swing samples with squelchy synths over dusty drum loops they’ve depicted a modern day journey into time of rogues, lust, affordable clowns and foot-tapping toe curling "get your brogues on" dance floor swing beat.
The Correspondents started out in November 2007, when old friends, Mr Bruce and Mr Chuckles, returned to London after a firm schooling at their respective Universities. In Leeds Mr Chuckles had been tinkering with the sounds of Hip Hop, Jazz and Dance music for several years, meanwhile further North in Edinburgh Mr Bruce exerted his vocal dexterity over Drum 'n' Bass, Breaks & Funk. The unlikely pair cut their teeth at a few parties and decided to cement the live performance relationship in their makeshift recording studio. Since then tracks have been recorded, stages have been stomped and knees have hit nipples.
The Correspondents have shared stages with the likes (or unlikes) of Florence & The Machine, Lilly Allen, Mika, Little Boots, VV Brown, Bat For Lashes, Lazy Habits, Daedalus, Bassment Jaxx, Rob Da Bank, Rusko, Kitty Daisy & Lewis, Cuban Brothers, Brass Roots, Jocelyn Brown, Dub Pistols etc... etc...
You might have seen them at Glastonbury, Secret Garden Party, Bestival, Shambala Festival, Lovebox Weekender, The Big Chill Festival, Camden Crawl, Innocent Village Fete, Scala Amersham Arms, Bungalow 8, Soho Revue Bar, Vibe Bar, Concord 2, Bloomsbury Bowls, Art Car Boot Fair, Last Days Of Decadance, Madame Jojo's, Notting Hill Arts Club, Bethnal Green Working Men's Club, 33 Portland Place, Shepard's Bush Pavillion, 5 Cavendish Sq, Corsica Studios, Proud Camden, Village Underground, The Cobden Club, The Battersea Arts Centre, The Colony Rooms, and Selfridge's.
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"The Correspondents aren't the first group you'd expect to see at a South London dubstep/fidget house night and yet their performance at Corsica Studios over a year ago had everyone quickly switching their allegience from wobbly basslines to beats over samples from 'The Jungle Book'. The skin-tight trouser clad MC Mr Bruce strode to the stage and began shaking his impossibly long legs to the beats put down by his DJ, Chuckles, and from that point on, everyone was a convert." NME.COM
“Pop also-ran Frankmusik was far more exciting, revealing his 'great voice for a white boy' but also the overly perfect future pop that's thus far prevented him finding fame with a mass audience. One duo who could, however, are the Correspondents, who filled in between sets throughout the weekend. With fast-spit rhymes over twenties flapper tunes, and MC Mr Brogues a gangly enthusiastic dancer with natty threads to match, these two deserve a stage all themselves.” INTHENEWS.CO.UK – BESTIVAL REVIEW
“My fear for the contents of my wallet and the softer parts of my anatomy were quickly replaced by joy at the sights and sounds of The Correspondents. These two dapper purveyors of swing-hop derring-do pretty much stole the show. I’m proper feeling the vaudeville approach to hip-hop (cfThe Anomalies, Krugers passim), and The Correspondents are amongst the most charming to take that approach. Everyone had a sing-a-long with them. Aww. Find them on MySpazz – you’ll be glad you did (and relieved MySpazz still has its uses).” KRUGERS MAGAZINE – DAEDALUS @ CORSICA STUDIOS REVIEW
"A stark contrast with the reaction received by The Correspondents, the Wandsworth duo who wander onto the Great Stage in the middle of the hottest day of the year and through the skatting, scratching and infectious dancing of the Mask-a-like Mr Bruce, managed to persuade everyone to forget their heat induced woes and dance like they had some serious itch to scratch. Forced back on to the stage by a fiery and pumped up crowd demanding more, Mr Bruce and compatriot DJ Chuckles then do it all over again, much to the amazement of them and their newly acquired groupies. Which goes to show the wonder that is Secret Garden Party. Hierarchies are toppled and the unknown underdogs are taken into the bosoms of the crowd while the headlining 80s superstars are made to look like, well, bosoms." LOUD AND QUIET MAGAZINE - SECRET GARDEN PARTY REVIEW
"Sunday starts with a beautifully bizarre moment, as Wandsworth swing-hip-hop duo The Correspondents enthral an unfeasibly huge midday main stage crowd with a rendition of 'I Wanna Be Like You' from The Jungle Book. After that we’re delirious putty in their capable hands and the stunned pair are summoned back for a giddy encore." WWW.VIRTUALFESTIVALS.COM - SECRET GARDEN PARTY REVIEW
Some Nights
The Correspondents Lyrics
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And push then comes to shove
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
But in the morning we are back in love
This last night sport of serve and retort
Is another little game that doesn′t need to be fought
And all has been said
The loser gets the sofa
And the winner the bed
It's like waking up from a car crash
And trying to figure out what caused the smash
A good night out before
We unlock the front door
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
And push then comes to shove
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
But in the morning we are back in love
In the cold light of the next day
With heavy heads we can replay
Our hand in hand dive into drink
That twisted minds and made you think
That we were on opposite sides
Please believe me, I′ve got nothing to hide
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
And push then comes to shove
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
But in the morning we are back in love
This has happened a few times before
But tonight's the first night where I'm not sure
If your love will be as strong
Because I know I′ve done you wrong
This has happened a few times before
But tonight′s the first night where I'm not sure
If your love will be as strong
Because I know I′ve done you wrong
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
And push then comes to shove
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
But in the morning we are back in love
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
And push then comes to shove
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
But in the morning we are back in love
The Correspondents' song "Some Nights" describes a passionate and tumultuous relationship. The lyricist highlights the highs and lows of the couple's romance through the repeated phrase "Some nights you hate me, I hate you." The lyrics suggest that the couple has an intense disagreement that can escalate into a fight. However, after the dust settles and the couple has aired all their grievances, they make up and move on.
The song conveys the cyclical nature of the couple's relationship, as they repeat the same pattern of arguing and reconciling. The lyrics suggest that the couple's relationship is complex and emotionally charged, as they work through their differences. In the chorus, the lyricist acknowledges that despite their conflicts, they always find a way back to each other in the morning.
The final verse of the song takes the listener into the aftermath of a particularly rough night. The lyricist expresses uncertainty about the strength of their partner's love in the wake of their argument. Despite this, the couple still repeats the same cycle of fighting and making up, implying that their passion for each other outweighs their conflicts.
Line by Line Meaning
Some nights you hate me, I hate you
Sometimes, we have disagreements and get angry at each other
And push then comes to shove
Our arguments can escalate and become physical
But in the morning we are back in love
Despite our fights, we still love each other and make up
This last night sport of serve and retort
Our argument was just a game of back-and-forth
Is another little game that doesn't need to be fought
We don't need to fight and argue over small things
And when the words have come out
Once we've said our piece
And all has been said
When we've both expressed our feelings
The loser gets the sofa
Whoever loses the argument sleeps on the couch
And the winner the bed
Whoever wins gets to sleep in the bed
It's like waking up from a car crash
Our fights can leave us feeling disoriented and confused
And trying to figure out what caused the smash
We try to understand what led to our argument
A good night out before
We had fun before we came home
We unlock the front door
Returning home after a night out
In the cold light of the next day
The morning after our argument
With heavy heads we can replay
We think back on what happened with regret
Our hand in hand dive into drink
We drank together and contributed to the argument
That twisted minds and made you think
Alcohol made us think irrationally and get into an argument
That we were on opposite sides
We felt like we were against each other during the argument
Please believe me, I've got nothing to hide
I want you to trust me and know that I am honest
This has happened a few times before
We've had similar fights in the past
But tonight's the first night where I'm not sure
I'm not confident that our love will survive this fight
If your love will be as strong
If your love for me will remain the same
Because I know I've done you wrong
I feel guilty for causing the argument
Writer(s): Ian Bruce, Tim Cole
Contributed by Jason C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.